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Jungkook ~ Say

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content warning: mentions of rape and domestic violence, as well as a steamy ending
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based on "say" by john mayer

Jungkook POV

"Hey. You feeling okay?" I wrap my best friend y/n in a hug from behind, nestling my cheek in the crook of her neck.

She gives my hand a small squeeze, her way of asking me to let go. "Fine," she replies passively.

"Sure there's nothing you want to talk about?" I ask her, sitting next to her on the couch. "Maybe someone you recently broke up with?" With small movements, she scoots away from me. She's been doing it a lot lately, keeping her distance from me and the boys. It hurts a little.

"Breaking up with him was my decision, and I'm fine," she snaps. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"Hey, I'm just worried about you," I say. "You've been, well, different since you broke up with him. I just want you to be okay."

"JK, I promise, I'm fine," she says insistently. I know she's lying, but I don't press her on it any further.

*time skip brought to you by kookie's bunny smile and author~chan's laziness*

"Y/n-ie, pleeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee? We really want you to come to the beach with us," Jimin whines, getting on his knees in front of y/n. I want her to come to the beach with us too, but I haven't spent the last half hour begging her to come.

"Fine, fine, I'll come," y/n groans, "just to make you stop. Gimme a minute to get my stuff." She gets off the couch and makes her way to her bedroom. Normally, I wouldn't follow her, but I'm so desperate to know what's going on with her that I do.

Being as quiet as I can, I open her bedroom door as she takes off her oversized hoodie of mine that I let her borrow forever ago. I cover my mouth in shock when my eyes land on the various scars, old and new, littering her skin.

"Y/n," I gasp, trying to hold back tears.

She whirls around, pressing the hoodie to her chest to cover herself. "Jungkook, what are you doing?" she asks.

I enter her bedroom, closing the door behind me, and cautiously approach her. "Y/n...what happened to you? Did...did your ex do this?"

"No! Jungkook, get out! I'm not coming to the beach with you guys!" she snaps, shoving me toward the door. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She pushes me out of her room and slams the door shut. I hear a thump on the other side of the door, which I assume is her collapsing on the floor.

I manage to get the door open and I find y/n on the floor, knees drawn into her chest. She's sobbing so hard that her whole body is shaking. "Come here," I whisper, pulling her onto my lap.

"No! Just leave me alone! I'm not worth it!" she screams. "I don't deserve to have friends or love. I don't deserve any of it!" The others all appear in the doorway, drawn by y/n's screams, and I shoo them all away, mouthing "we'll catch up," at them.

"Hey, hey, hey, just take a breath," I say coaxingly. "Why don't you deserve love? Can you tell me why?"

"B-because I-I'm not g-g-good enough," she sobs. "I b-b-break everything I t-touch a-and I c-can't do a-anything r-r-right a-and I'm not p-pretty enough a-and I—"

"Stop it. None of that's true." I gently tilt her chin to make her look at me. "Who told you that?"

"Jun-ha," she says, sniffling.

"He was so wrong. Y/n, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, okay? And I think your clumsiness is adorable. And the way you make pancakes is my favorite. And you want to know the truth? I don't deserve to be your friend. I'm not half as talented as you, and you have the biggest heart." I'm crying as I look into her tear-filled eyes. "You deserve so much, and as much as I want to be the one to give you everything, you deserve so much more. I'm so in love with you, y/n. I have been since the fourth grade. I'm in love with the person you are, not your body. Your beautiful body is just a bonus."

"Kookie," she whimpers, "help me." She wraps her arms around me, clinging to me like I might slip away any second. As she sobs uncontrollably into me, I hold her tight, gently rubbing her back and leaving soft kisses on the top of her head. We stay like this for nearly an hour as she lets it all out.

"Tell me what he did to you," I say.

"I can't," she breathes, her voice hoarse.

"Please. Seeing you like this hurts my heart so bad."

Still breathing shakily, she removes herself from my grip and slowly stands up. "H-help me," she says, sliding her leggings up and hoodie off. Scars and bruises, old and new, cover her skin, creating a mosaic of pain. "H-he b-beat me and he r-r-ra—"

"The bastard." I pull her against me and start sobbing. We both collapse on the floor, crying into one another. Her ex not only beat her, he took the most precious thing to her for God knows how long. I should've seen the signs, should've stopped him, should've saved her. But I didn't. I wrote it off, told myself she was happy with him. "I'm so sorry," I say once I've calmed down enough to speak.

"Why are you sorry?" y/n responds.

"I should've saved you. I should've gotten you away from him," I explain. "I should've helped you, but I didn't."

"You did help me," she says. "You helped me say what I needed to say. A-and what he took from me, I may never get back, and even though it still haunts me, I feel so much better now. You won't tell the boys, will you? I don't think I'm ready for them to know yet."

Sniffling, I pull her closer. "Dies with me."

"Thank you."

"Can I ask you something?" She hums in response. "Is it too soon for you to start...dating again? Because I want to show you what a boyfriend should be to you. I want to be your one and only."

"Yes," she says as soon as I'm finished. "Kookie, I've been in love with you forever. I just thought you didn't feel the same way. That's why I started seeing Jun-ha."

"I will never ever treat you the way he did. I promise," I say, bringing her lips to mine. The kiss is wet and tastes salty from the tears we've been crying, and we both know how broken the other is feeling, but the kiss is enough to put us back together.

bout a year later

"Kookie, are you sure you can't tell me what we're doing?" Y/n asks as I start to guide her to my apartment.

"If I tell you, it won't be a surprise, now will it?" I say teasingly. I remove the blindfold on her eyes and open the door to my apartment. Flower petals and candles are making a path to my bedroom, and when y/n sees this, she looks at me in shock.

"Jungkook, what is this?" she asks.

"I know that your first time is something you can never get back," I begin, "and if you don't want to do this, I understand. But even though you can't get your first time back, I want to give you something that nobody else is going to get. And...maybe it'll be like you can have your first time back. I-I mean, if you don't want to, we can always just cuddle and watch Peter Pan, but—"

She cuts me off with a kiss, pressing her lips to mine hungrily. "Kookie, I always wanted you to be the someone special I gave myself to."

"Then here." I slowly drag my thumb across her forehead. "There we go. I just erased your first first time. We'll replace it with this."

"I love you so much, Koo." Tears in her eyes, she presses her body to mine and kisses me again, grinding her hips against me. She wraps her legs around my torso as I pick her up and carry her to the bed. One item at a time, we gently remove each other's clothing until we're both bare.

"Are you sure?" I ask, positioning myself at her entrance.

"Yes, Jungkook. I'm yours forever," she answers, and I push in slowly.

that's all y'all are getting, fantasize elsewhere or with my girl YUSEISALEEM , she's better at lemons than me. part 2 of hobi's "snow queen/sun king" imagine should be done in a couple days 😃 i purple you 💜💜💜